If smashing was legal

Am I inflexible, or are they just dumb?
The vastness of mentalities really amaze me.

What works for me

A Walk To Remember was on TV tonight, and I'm watched again, for the zillionth time, even if it's a little bit sappy. I love it, for the way it does things to you, makes feelings well up inside, even if that makes me a suk. Even if the acting is a little basic, the lines a little simple.

I've said it before, a good few times now, happyendings don't quite do it for me. Happyendings never have the same effect, the same ability to draw layered emotion, such twisted heartache. No, imperfect endings are more my thing; they make it all that much deeper, richer, more dimensional.

The The Notebook works for me, too.

Joanne at 22

Dropping by at Jo's surprise 22nd

Organized by Ann -- being interstate won't stop her!

One with Nick for the album

Dinner for Sue

Doing dinner at Liquid

Bom Alaska! Yum!

Celebrating with wine :)

All in a day's work

So the boy has a number of times now said that I give off the wrong impression about my feelings on work. Some consideration later, I figured out it's just me: talking about my day via bitchy complaints. It's not that I dislike work. To me it's just relating (fine, wingeing), but I see how it can come across otherwise. I realized I'm a grumbler in general. Comes with being a little cynical, a little hard, perhaps. But. To counteract that, and to show that I can, I have decided to point out some possible person-specific *ahem* benefits of the job. Let me present, All in a day's work, dedicated to he who is persevering at long-suffering in the UK.

• Hot Brazilian girl comes in to apply for work. We don't end up hiring her, because communicating would have been a little tricky, but she was a looker while it lasted. Who said listening was what I was doing anyway?
  

• Cute chicks come in and let me play dress up with them.

• Two girls come in, one tries on something in the change room, and takes a decade. Door peeps open, second girl slides in, and that's the last I see of them for a millennium. With nothing but time on my hands, I stand around and speculate.

• Guy working few doors down often comes in for a chat. We observe, discuss and compare male specimens available. We look at girls too, but it's admittedly more entertaining watching him go soft over Muscles-Just-Walked-Past.
  

Not half bad little titbits for a single day, don't you think?